nurul hudah makes me happy beyond words, even when i know the worst is yet to come. i try my best to be contented, but each time i release myself from these handcuffs a new pair gets clapsed onto my wrist. when will this profusely flowing stream of despair end. it's bad enough having my past come back to haunt me, like a regular patron of my soul. without mercy, new 'patrons' have too jumped on the bandwagon.
i am tired. i don't know how much longer i can hold out. even in slumber, i am not spared. i wake in the middle of the night, uncertain of what's to come next. so many questions, too little answers. perhaps it'd be better if i ceased my brain capacity for just one second.
my carelessness annoys me so bad. i lost my specs for the second time, and i reckon my mum's gonna flip again. there my allowance goes..